Bloody steps

The sky… a splendor. An omnipotent infinitely. There, in the sky, there was never war. There are only angels. Here, on the earth, is war. There was blood on the ground. In heaven, never.

The sky only cries and sighs. He feels the pain from every glance. He sees the pain and suffering of every lonely soul.

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Still… He stays there, in distances. Sometimes he’s hiding behind the clouds, hiding from the pain of the world and restoring his powers, shining louder than ever.

Sometimes, looking up, we can see the whole universe. Looking at the earth, we can not see anything. Nature often sees our true face. The sky is the only place that reflects freedom. There, anything would be possible.

We can not fly, we have wars. I do not think the sky would want to be stained by the bloody steps we make on earth.

Do you think with thunder he is expressing his despair at the actions of us below? It seems so to me. It seems also that he is reminding us just how insignificant we are in the overall scheme of things. He could eliminate us in a flash, but gives us chance after chance. Perhaps one day he will no longer have patience.